Novel 5 Novels & Stories

Instead of picking the book, he didn't move and instead even before I could blink, his lips landed on mine shocking the hell out of me. What the hell! I tried to struggle but he deepened the kiss and slowly I melted and began kissing him back, my arms hanging around his neck and his hand wrapped around my waist pulling me closer. " Marvy? " We were interrupted and he let go of me immediately and I immediately turned to Anita. " Hey " I said nervously. Tyler only took the book that was dropped to the floor and sat on his seat while Anita kept giving me confused look and looks that reads "you have to explain"

No matter how vivid a story once was, it would eventually become a part of the past. I closed my eyes. This time, the image that came to mind was no longer of Julian's clear, cool eyes on that snowy mountain.

However, what I didn’t expect was that someone else wasn’t ready to let me go. The next day, an unfamiliar name appeared in my inbox. The email contained no words and only a link.

“I feel that this is it. Whatever it is I am meant to find, I feel that it is here. My father, he said that the island was a big place. I think that what he meant was that the Notre Dame was not the only place on the island to search. That our final clue is beside the Notre Dame.” They walked to the door, preparing to open it, when suddenly, the door opened wide, startling them. Before them stood a tall, strikingly beautiful vampire, wearing a white robe and hood. She pulled it back, revealing light blue eyes and long, brown hair. She looked right at Caitlin and smiled. “Caitlin,” she said. “We have been awaiting you. Welcome.” Caitlin and Caleb exchanged a glance. The woman stepped aside, a

Jessica replied, and Dylan kissed her again on her lips, and she didn't mind making love to him in their new living room. Dylan took her hand to show her around the new mansion. They had a lot of relaxation rooms, and their kids had a library room where they could study their books. The mansion had a built-in cinema room, a gaming room, and a lot of entertainment rooms filled in the house to make it fun. Jessica went upstairs to the master bedroom with Dylan, and the room was still sparkling new as it was painted in wine color and had beautiful feminine designs in it. She excitedly walked to sit on the pink bed and told Dylan to come join her.

The stars above glittered faintly, their light scattering over the rippling waves below. He never came. I sat on the deck, my gaze vacant, fixed on the endless expanse of the ocean. Memories of the past five years swirled in my mind like fragments of a shattered mirror. His warmth, his promises, his gentle presence—they all surfaced, only to fall apart into jagged pieces. All of it had been a lie. Every tender moment, every kind word. Now, it felt like a cruel joke, hollow and mocking. Before dawn, I made one last call to him. This time, his phone was off.

Nolan slowly stood to full height and fixed his gaze on Aiden, silent and motionless. Only when Aiden’s confidence broke and his eyes darted away did Nolan let out a low, humorless chuckle. "So what you’re telling me is… that the heir of Black Rose Pack is your son? That I stole your mate from you?" Nolan said, his voice quiet and deadly. Unable to sit still, I bolted upright and glared at Aiden. "What the hell are you talking about? Isn’t Janine your mate? Didn’t you two register five years ago and even have a pup together? We ended things five years ago. For good!"

This novella is the 9th book in the Guardian series, the 5th in the Guardian Next Generation series. While it can be read as a stand-alone book, references will be made to other events and people without full description of those events here. It is recommended that you read the other books in this series before this one. ---------

Novel shouted. “Why do you let that witch control you?” The scene shifted again. Ten-year-old Novel was handing little Alessia a pill. “Alessia, take this. It will help you forget the bad things.” I watched my younger self swallow it. Then, back to when we were five. I walked into the living room with sleepy eyes. My parents were lying dead on the floor. Novel was standing over them, covered in blood. “Alessia... Mistress Elora killed Mom and Dad,” Novel said, her voice trembling. She helped me up and took me to our room. “Take this pill, Alessia. You never saw what happened.”

The fifth bond was nothing like the others. Veyra had expected it to be a surge of passion, a crackling storm like the others, like the ones with Kael, Zevi, Rune, and Lioren. She had imagined it would come like lightning—sudden and violent, an electric connection that would bind her to her fifth mate with the force of a storm. But this bond, the fifth, was different. It didn't arrive as a whisper. It didn't ease into her senses with the quiet, comforting pulse of connection.